Congratulations 6C

Congratulations to Teacher Eva and 6C for winning the 'Discovering Shakespeare' competition organized by the Community of Madrid! Click on the winning poster to go to the link and see the posters from other schools!

I think Shakespeare would love it too!

Discovering Shakespeare

Here are some posters we did in Art for a competition about Shakespeare. You might like to read some of his plays or watch them at the theatre.

6A

6B

6C

William Shakespeare died on 23rd April 1616. To honour this, UNESCO established 23 April as the International Day of the Book. Spain had adopted the Gregorian calendar in 1582, but England was still using the Julian calendar. Shakespeare's death on 23 April 1616 (Julian) was equivalent to 3 May 1616 (Gregorian). This was 10 days after Miguel de Cervantes was buried and 11 days after he died.

Valentines Day and William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare wrote 154 sonnets, a special kind of poem, and lots of these were about love. One of these, sonnet 18, is often quoted on Valentine’s Day. Notice that the underlined words are no longer used in modern day English. 'Thee' and 'thou' both mean 'you'. 'Hath' is the same as 'has/have' and 'thy' means 'your'. 

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate.

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer's lease hath all too short a date.

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimmed;

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,

Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st.

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

by William Shakespeare, sonnet 18

Shakespeare's Sonnet (103)

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
 Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
 If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
 If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
 I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
 But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
 And in some perfumes is there more delight
 Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
 I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
 That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
 I grant I never saw a goddess go;
 My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.
 And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
 As any she belied with false compare.